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SWITCH ON YOUR INNER LIGHT; BRING FORTH YOUR GIFTS.

Alonzo Prier, Esquire, leaves his prominent New Jersey Assistant Attorney General job and heads to Washington, D.C. Tracked down by the well-established law firm with the independent federal consulting contract, he’s the best for the business…not just theirs, but the business about the country. Unsavory times! Medicare and Medicaid officials struggling with those social programs’ challenges. Managed Care unhinged by way of HMOs delivering the health and wellness goods, but not really. It was January 2000. Health insurance considerations throughout the land at fever pitch. Public and private.

Man up for the challenge…charismatic, highly intelligent, vast healthcare industry knowledge. But not everybody wanted that. Some wanted him out; others wanted him in bed with them. Specifically, the women working Washington. He brings sexy back, while ushering intellect and integrity in. And he’s just so damn handsome. Real hot commodity!

Those gunning for him; those gaming for him. Didn’t matter. He wouldn’t be thrown off course. The man had a mission.

And his wife? Somewhat like…a hundred gradations of pink, maybe? She’d come upon a way to intensify the existing intensity between them. Witty, adventurous, creative, and simply gorgeous. She was at the top of her game, too.

With so many challenges, how does this all pan out? How did he weave through waves of deception? What kept him grounded through it all? His wife helped. With that ‘feminine wiles’ thing, she took care of business. It’s all made crystal clear by the things people do… and don’t.

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Publié par	AuthorHouse
Date de parution	14 septembre 2022
Nombre de lectures	0
EAN13	9781665570152
Langue	English
Poids de l'ouvrage	1 Mo

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ACED.

The sequel to CrackerJack!

Novels by SHĒA ROSE

AuthorHouse™
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© 2022 Shēa Rose. All rights reserved.

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Published by AuthorHouse 11/17/2022

ISBN: 978-1-6655-7016-9 (sc)
ISBN: 978-1-6655-7014-5 (hc)
ISBN: 978-1-6655-7015-2 (e)

Library of Congress Control Number: 2022916459

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Contents
I What’s Up?
II Partners
III Uh-OH!
IV Back to Business, as Unusual
V Those Warm & Fuzzies
VI Time & Truth March Forward
VII Say What?!
VIII Time Nor Tide Wait
IX Favors with A Twist
X May Flowers
XI No She Didn’t!
XII Gotta Keep The Faith
XIII Let it All Unfold
XIV What is Happening?
XV Rocked It
Afterword
I
What’s Up?
“T ed! Man! Damn !”
“ Azo! Happy New Year ! How’re things, buddy? Been gone since November; it’s January third. Thought you’d need some time to revamp but didn’t think you’d take this long!” Bittersweet. Ted, glad to hear from Alonzo, ribbing him about not having reached out sooner after relocating to Washington D.C. Ted harbored a fondness for the nickname “Azo” he’d bestowed upon Alonzo for seemingly always being in “the zone” of things.
“Ted, just more involved than I’d imagined. Finding and closing on a house and getting our former one sold; old- school, new-school stuff for Erik; registering cars; still finalizing New Jersey AG documents; taking the kids sightseeing; the holidays; and the list goes on. None of that was a cakewalk. First workday here and couldn’t let another day go without calling. Finished up with HR and called you. What’s up? How’s the family? How’re asbestos and mercury doing?” Alonzo, cheery but feeling remorseful; silently lamenting over not having celebrated his new digs with his long-standing best friend.
“No worries, Azo. All’s the same here. Still dreadful. But hope you’re enjoying your greener pastures. Happy for ya, man! Even if I’m just a distant memory,” joked Ted.
Savoring the moment, Alonzo replied, “No way, Ted. And how could I ever forget that remember and forget logic of yours? What a classic!”
“Yeah, that’s right! Did you take Lindy up on her special offer? That was a classic!”
Alonzo, in front of his picturesque twelfth-floor office window, looked out over the aesthetically appealing architecture. Smiling while reminiscing said, “Quite special. But after careful consideration and with an abundance of caution, I decided to forego that piece.”
Ted replied, “Talking like a Washington politician already. And you’re a better man than I. From what you said about Lindy, I would’ve tapped that. And forgot about it, of course.” He continued, “So, Azo, just how are Washington’s working women?” Ted asked most inquisitively.
Momentarily pondering the thought, Alonzo replied, “Well, of the few I’ve met, they’re attractive, educated, and possibly politically motivated. That’s about it.”
Ted’s interpretation, “So not really fuckable unless you’ve got a political agenda they can attach to and get paid. Prefer paid to laid?”
In jest, Alonzo replied, “I wouldn’t know, Ted. But I’d guess they’re different from Jersey women. Different environment; different ambitions.”
“Well, keep your eye on ’em. Know what I mean?” Ted liked frolicking with Alonzo knowing he didn’t buy in to his casual encounter’s perspective. Changing the topic, he asked, “What about the perks?”
“ Ahh … sweet signing bonus, designated parking spot, ten paid holidays, six weeks paid vacation, and personal spankin’ brand new Nokia 3210 cell phone. Talking to you on it now.”
A soft knock intruded. He quickly turned towards his office door. The visual was stunning. He subconsciously sensed her …. then spoke. “Hel-lo,” Alonzo said, smiling while thinking, ‘ Can’ t be .’
“Hel-lo,” she mimicked, and smiled. She continued, “Alonzo Prier, your Executive Assistant, Sheri Watson. Have time now to go over a few things?”
“I do. Come in. Just finishing this call and I’m ready.” He bid Ted adieu, regained his composure, and turned his full attention to Sheri Watson.
Sheri, a voluptuous attractive Black woman, regarded as the firm’s top Executive Assistant was immediately assigned to Alonzo when they knew he’d accepted their offer. Sheri had worked ten years for Branston & Emers, versed in the dynamics of the firm, in her early forties, articulate and presumed capable of keeping Alonzo’s pace based on what had been circulated about the awesome Alonzo Prier, Esquire.
Upon sight, it occurred to Alonzo that something would need confronting. But he stifled the thought. Sheri, a tad younger than he, exhibited the same sense of self. Alonzo, surmising she could be a great Executive Assistant and possibly more asked, “Still got that great sense of humor?”
Sheri whimsically replied, “I’d need it considering this! Bet the Universe had something to do with this bizarre happenstance . Ya t hink?”
“Don’t know what to think about this, Sheri,” Alonzo replied, still graciously smiling.
Seemingly unphased and returning to what she was there for, Sheri continued, “Every morning at 9:45 I’ll brief you on the day’s agenda for you and the firm. You’ll get your essential briefings from our Managing Partner. MP for short. I give the time and whereabouts for what you’ll be involved with during the day, and make sure your calendar is updated; MP gives the explicit detail, especially when there’re significant departures from your scheduled affairs. Would you like me here earlier than 9:45?”
“No,” he politely replied. Alonzo remained silent like a schoolboy on his first school day. But he’d already started casually and cautiously assessing and scoping everything and everyone.
Sheri continued, “You can watch the news feed anytime from your personal viewing system here, in the cabinet. You can watch all recorded congressional hearings, senate proceedings, anything government —all state-of-the-art. There’s a bar set-up in the lower half of the cabinet stocked with the finest spirits on earth, club soda, and bottles of water. And MP does the re-stocking.” Sheri was now walking around his office showing off its elaborate décor as if she was Vanna White. Momentarily stopping to look at him up-close, he inhaled her fragrance... one of the sexiest-smelling provocative scents ever. “Let me know if I can be of any further assistance today. I’m guessing you’re all done with Human Resources. HR typically takes a while, but they fast-tracked you. And at 10 o’clock tomorrow, you’ll meet your lead paralegal and the rest of your research team.” Sheri flashed the prettiest smile. “Oh,” she continued, “Mr. Emers will be meeting with you today at one o’clock sharp. Your office.”
Throughout his extensive office tour, she was confident and correct. And pretty.
Throughout his extensive office tour, he was awed and amped. And handsome.
Walking with her to the doorway, he said, “I hope we can make a good team.”
“I know we can make a good team. Once again,” she confidently replied.
About fifteen minutes before noon, Alonzo headed out. Sheri wasn’t at her desk when he left, so he just moved on. On his way, he’d familiarize himself more with the firm’s layout and décor, grab a sandwich from one of the building’s various and sundry eateries, and head out for a brief walk around town. He needed that walk. What just happened in his plush regal office … rocked…his…w orld!
Viewing the scenery of the most vibrantly sculpted buildings, monuments, people, Alonzo took in the essence of Washington, D.C. by way of his immediate locale. Walking briskly, he mindfully replayed his office encounter with Sheri. Having previously entered his contacts and cell in hand, he called Ted. He’d decidedly not called Ted’s private line desiring to say hello to Gina.
“Commissioner Garretson’s office. Amy speaking. How may I help you?”
“Hello, Amy? Hi, uh, is he available? This is Alonzo Prier.” Thrown by the new voice he wondered about Gina.
Amy transferred the call to Ted. “Azo, what’s up? We just hung up!”
“Ted. Man. Damn! You won’t believe this! Sheri Watson is my Executive Assistant.” Azo sounded harried, like he’d given much thought to a dish that hadn’t marinated well.
“Whoa! The Sheri Watson you screwed around with at Duke? That Sheri Watson? Your Duke nights’ bosom buddy? How the hell is Sheri Watson your Executive Assistant?!” Ted too, now stunned.
Unable to answer, Alonzo shifted topics, “Um, I suppose Gina’s had her baby? New voice on the line. Amy?” His thoughts momentarily shifted to Gina; somewhat comforting.
Ted, rushed through a succinct update. “That was inevitable. Yes, a baby girl; named her Brianna. Seven pounds exactly at birth. Gina’s coming back in June. I’m glad. Now let’s get back to what you called for…Sheri Watson, college nights rock and roll . Man , that’s deep!”
“Uncanny is what that is! Been twe